The Symposium: A Monthly Literary Magazine. V. 1, No. 1-3; Oct.-Dec. 1896J. W. Cable, 1896 - 136 psl. |
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... , direct now , the prospect of a near parting stirred him to speak of the deeper things of life and of the soul , before the friend of his choice should leave him . " I get mad at myself sometimes , " he 4 THE SYMPOSIUM .
... , direct now , the prospect of a near parting stirred him to speak of the deeper things of life and of the soul , before the friend of his choice should leave him . " I get mad at myself sometimes , " he 4 THE SYMPOSIUM .
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... making a pencil sketch of a grand old painting and leaving un- touched its wealth of shade and mellow light . Many are familiar with the fame of " Old Town " and its groups of Indians sitting over their baskets of sweet- grass . But ...
... making a pencil sketch of a grand old painting and leaving un- touched its wealth of shade and mellow light . Many are familiar with the fame of " Old Town " and its groups of Indians sitting over their baskets of sweet- grass . But ...
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... leave him room to know that his work is artistic and scientific . " One little thing she had never seen noticed by his critics or admirers , she said , is a certain original structure of verse which is just as dis- tinctly a formal ...
... leave him room to know that his work is artistic and scientific . " One little thing she had never seen noticed by his critics or admirers , she said , is a certain original structure of verse which is just as dis- tinctly a formal ...
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... leave the delightful task of recog- saying that he is our greatest poet of passion and that there is no easily assignable limit to his genius . It says further that he was the finest writer of English that has lived in the last thirty ...
... leave the delightful task of recog- saying that he is our greatest poet of passion and that there is no easily assignable limit to his genius . It says further that he was the finest writer of English that has lived in the last thirty ...
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... leaves in autumn's blast Upon the dying earth - and hide the past . But in the clay all undiminished lies God's recreative strength that never dies . Silas McChesney Piper . THE WINGS OF THE STORM . 15 THE WINGS OF. MR . GEORGE WESTFELDT ...
... leaves in autumn's blast Upon the dying earth - and hide the past . But in the clay all undiminished lies God's recreative strength that never dies . Silas McChesney Piper . THE WINGS OF THE STORM . 15 THE WINGS OF. MR . GEORGE WESTFELDT ...
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